"That's not your real hair, is it?"
"Yep, it is. You can touch it if you want."
And she does, and she thinks it's pretty neat, and she proceeds to tell me about her daughter.
"My daughter used to do all sorts of things to her hair, but never that!"
I didn't notice the woman next to me until she said, "Thank God."
I was in a pretty good mood, and I'm never that quick to reply to things, so I just gave her this mock-flabbergasted look and went, "Uhmmm.... shouldn't you wait until I'm not around to say that?" And she didn't really look at me or look at all like she realized she could have offended me and threw aside a little, "Well, as a mother..."
Well, as a mother, do you teach your children respect? Cause it seems to me like they're going to have to learn it from Aretha Franklin.